UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING BLOG

I’m laying on a chaise, broiling in the July sun, listening to the thunderstorm called Bad Romance.

Gaga is blasting through, out of her surreal world, wailing into my headphones, reminding me with every verse, line, lyric, riff what naked talent sounds like when it takes off its top, bares its breasts and goes on
a music rampage that makes average rockers look and sound like the timid copycats and also-rans that they are.

I have always had a certain disdain for professors, clergymen, politicians– anyone who stands before a dais and spews forth enlightened pronouncements.

The first time my parents escorted me to a house of worship, all tingly and respectful, I made a silent promise to myself that the first time would also be my last. I could see through the charade the way a lover looks at a partner who is lying to them.

For business people determined to make a difference in life, the competition is not the competition.

Time is.

As Steve Jobs rests in hiding seeking to recover from what must be a life threatening illness, he knows the only real threat to his ability to build on this extraordinary triumphs, is mortality. Put bluntly, that his time may be up.

I have come to realize that Kissinger is a figment of a marketing machine: identified as a “wise” Harvard academic by Nelson Rockefeller, brought to full Technicolor fame by President Nixon, Kissinger was identified as a diplomatic genius due to where he worked, who he worked with, and the way he spoke. A virtual Chance, the character in the classic Peter Sellers film, where a dunce of a gardener is perceived through a weird set of circumstances to be a wealthy captain of industry, whose every word is doted on.